Today my great friend and pain in the ass has gone to another place, where I am sure he will find comfort in some poor unsuspecting soles lap. His fight with cancer and other ailments has bought my Bob ("farts alot" - full name) to an expensive close (read $40.00 vet bill + others time has forgotten about, but I do have receipts)
No longer will I have to fight to get a forkfull of food to my mouth, keep his paws from flogging it before I can fork it, bringing home not only birds to be released inside, but mumified ones as well. I am glad he grew out of dropping wetas in my boots (live). years back, But I still check up when I remembered through habit.
I will not miss holes in my legs when refusing to leave my lap, nor the mud prints on newly washed sheets on the clothes line where he leaped onto with gay abandon from my shed roof. His insistence on putting his nose in places where it shouldn't be, ie walking on fresh laid up glass fiber, or laying on it, chasing the shavings from my thicknesser, or watching my jig saw blade from inches away. in fact machinery noises never bothered him!
But I will miss his knowing when I wasn't happy or unwell. despite his claws, and his bad breath, I would let him settle down on my lap for comfort. I will not miss his bad breath when smooching!!
We spent many hours together working on my boat and when away, call in right on knock off ( A cheap internal clock) for a comfort cuddle then off to the fridge - subtle!
Bob fartsa lot
age about 17
1 nob for a tail
couldn't walk straight
liked - most food including mine, hopping into my bath, chasing the end of the hose, catching both live and dead birds which he would bring home to show me (vocally), chasing the sun around the property for sleeping. Waiting behind my trellus gate to pounce on me, and pinching my pensils from my shed
He really did enjoy tormenting the hell out of me. I often wondered if it was his lifes ambition
dislikes - getting caged for the vets visit, whiskers beef jelly meat, and especially being removed from my lap. Everything else pales in comparison, except the neighbours dog who he would torment by pacing up and down the fence, until the dog jumped and chased him.
I really will miss his bad breath, bad manners, bad claws, his fluffs, and food flogging. I will also miss his patrolling the fence line on dusk every night, and removing him from the next door neighbours garrage in the middle of the night.
He kept me honest and on my toes, a real friend and a pain in the ass!
les
